Leave it.

You decide to leave it behind. It isn't yours to take. Plus, it could be magical and dangerous.

You sit down at a booth across from a girl sitting alone. She's dressed in a white fluffy sweater and a black short skirt. She has glasses larger than they likely should be. She has neck-length red hair and pale skin. At the moment, she's looking over the menu. But she does glance over you, and she smiles.

"Hi."

"Oh. Hey. How're you going?" you reply.

"I'm good. Thank you."

"I'm John Doe."

"Good to meet you... Uhm. My name's Yasmine Kendall. I run the Golden Tome library, actually."

She smiles with pride.

"Oh. Is that where Paulo works?"

"You know Paulo? Yeah. He's a good worker."

"Huh. Well, I'm glad to hear it."

You look down at your own and begin to read, and your mouth starts to water. Finally you decide on the pork chops, which comes with a salad, and with it you're going to get some water. That's easy enough, and not too pricey.

While you wait for a waiter to come you twiddle your thumbs.